Chapter Eleven
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WILL'S POV
I didn't know if to make good my threat to visit the house on Liz's account. I had no intention of running into my father, and I was well aware that meeting with her mom would mean that I would be kept back until my father was back. I might never have the guts to leave the cheerful woman, and she might not let me have the time alone with Liz that I was going for in the first place. I hit my head against the steering wheel as I didn't know what to do.
It was Friday and the boys were going to be having a grand time out, but it was Liz that I wanted to be with. To see her face and feel her skin again. To hear her talk to me even if she was only going to reprimand me for wanting her and remind me that we were step siblings, I still wanted to be with her. To have her eyes fixed on me, her mouth partly open, anticipating a kiss and hating that she was attracted to me.
I smiled at the last thought. I was going to call Cain, to ask him where the guys were going to be having their grand outing. Maybe it would help if I showed up and drank just enough to keep me high and help me forget about Liz.
You are kidding yourself as hell. You would get in your car and drive to her home if you got drunk while she was on your mind .
Getting drunk always gave me the guts to do the things I could not bring myself to do as a sober man. It got me into trouble a little too often in the past, shortly after I had lost my mother and was still loathing my father for everything. I got in trouble with the cops for driving while drunk and eventually had to serve a jail term before I came to school. I became reformed. I knew that if my mother could see me from wherever she was, she was definitely not happy that I was letting grief drive me mad.
The days that followed my release from jail saw me not touching alcohol at all, devicing another means of coping with my grief which was never truly gone. Those were the hardest times of my life and I was grateful to God that I came out of it whole. I was totally alone. There was usually no one to talk to and no one to listen to me, well until Cain started to take a weird interest in me and made me play basketball in my freshman year because he knew I was already good at the game. He was a good friend and that left him on my good side.
My phone rang, probably because I could not decide what to do. It was not Cain however, it was Rock.
"Hey, Will, what are you doing? You showing up later inside town for some fun time? The boys said they are bringing the bitches over and each man is going to have a girl if he wants."
I sighed, wondering why they always thought having the girls over would excite me. It did not, never did, never will. There was no time that I wanted to hang out with the guys because they were coming with the chicks. I could come with whoever I was dating if I wanted to and it had nothing to do with not wanting to have the same fun with them, I was just reserved about the chics I got in bed with.
Half the girls I had been rumoured to have an affair with had not even been in the same space with me long enough for us to f**k. But it was one of the afflictions I was to suffer for being a popular basketball player. One that was good looking too.
"I want to come, but not because you all are bringing the girls. You can have them if it will make you happy."
Rock laughed, an enthusiastic guffaw. "You know, man, you have been a bit too reserved these days and I thought a small motivation to get you to come out tonight won't be bad."
"I'll find out from Cain if he is coming and then we can come together."
"Of course! Your man is coming. And I was kidding about the girls. It is going to be a bros night out and there will be absolutely no need to bring in the whores."
"I don't like how demeaning that sounds."
I snapped, getting angry.
There was a silence at his end, he was probably having a hard time believing that I was really defending a group of people that he had a low opinion of.
"Well, that is okay. If you do not want me to talk that way, then I certainly will not."
We stayed on the call for a few seconds without saying anything until he said at last,
"That is fine, I want to see you tonight, Will. We do not make a great number of guys without you. You are the life of the party when you are not being a sucker."
I smiled. "I'm glad you think so highly of me, Rock. Be seeing you in a while."
I leaned back on the car when he ended the call. The call had been a mix of tension and excitement on his part and it had helped me decide what I was going to be doing with my Friday night.
Another time with the guys.
Hopefully, no one would draw blood and no one would talk about who was f*****g whose girl. And I hoped too, that no one had noticed that I was chasing Liz a bit too hard.
Even if they had, I hoped whoever it was would keep the info with themselves and not make it a topic of discussion. I would get angry if they talked about her the same way they talked about the other girls. I might end up being the one to start a fight and I would seriously hate that.
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